Spangle High School - Huskie Yearbook (Spangle, WA)

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'fx 'ZV44 Q an 14 5 i I Glass history On a warm day in September, 1947, a blessed event was reported to have taken place at Spangle High. It just so happened that at that time thirteen bright and unsus- pecting little Freshmen were born into the world of higher education. We were progressing very nicely when one day somebody stole our rose-colored glasses. The dreaded thing about which we had heard so much but thought could never happen to us descended upon us with all the grace of a falling piano. Initiation day! We all did survive, but not mentioning in what condition. So we were now no longer considered green , but just Frosh . Our Sophomore year proceeded very quietly. We did feel greatly relieved and also just a little bit sorry for ITE incoming Frosh. We knew what they were in for, even if they didn't. We sold candy and gave a Sophomore Hop and both were successes. Our adviser for the past two years had been Mrs. Effie DeZonia, and our class felt that they had the best adviser in school. We found her to be an ex- cellent adviser, and more than that, a wonderful friend. When we returned to school in September of f'49 , we were proud and happy to be part of the 'fupper-class . First on our list of important agenda to dispose of was Fresh man Initiation, and we did our best to dispose of them, too. They were a grand group of kids, and have really helped our high school. Our Prom came next, and we really did ourselves proud. We had to out-do the Seniors, and if you remember, you know Gif we did. The production of our play, 'fThe Wild Oats Boy , came next on our list, and though we were never sure of the success of it, we know that we enjoyed every minute of practice. Now the time every young man and woman anticipates and dreams of has finally arrived We are now high and mighty Seniors, the ones to be looked up to, as we have looked up to the now-graduated Seniors in the years pro- ceeding us. But now we find that we are not so high and mighty. We find ourselves remembering when we were 'fgreen Freshmen and how scared we were. We sudden- ly don't feel grown and educated and Seniorish . We re- call the grade-school days, and all the arguments and en- joyment we have had that made our friendships all the more strong and it suddenly dawns on us that we will miss this For as most of you already know these will be the best years of our lives Beth Carte r